Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Television,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.